As you may expect, the journey to the newly-constructed United Nations Headquarters was a long and unpleasant one, during which America, who was sat beside me refused to keep quiet. It was always 'do you like cars?' or 'look at my new sunglasses!' or "your teeth are really pointy!' (as if I didn't already know that) or really just anything that happened to pop into his slightly oversized head. I simply sat, answering in the politest tone I could, silently hoping that the journey would soon end. I really don't mean to be so cruel to the USA, nor did I in the moment, but he was always... A lot to handle, even by his mother's admission. To be honest, I was far too tired and overwhelmed to be dealing with someone like him.
Though, it appeared that whichever of the two other nations was driving took pity on me in the end, shushing the USA, who fell asleep almost concerningly quickly once he stopped blathering on.
Somehow, the rhythmic snoring was calming to me, and I found myself counting the raindrops on the window and imagining East playing happily with her new family, drawing those murals that she had always loved. I hoped that she'd be happy with the Soviets; she always felt comfortable with him and his children, but I'd always been the better judge of character and he just made me feel inexplicably uneasy... I missed East, I missed her more than anything; it was as if a part of my soul had been torn away and I was left without the one thing that I truly wanted to stay in my life. By the end of the drive, I was silently crying, sobbing unashamedly, even as I was carried out of the car by a now slightly more sober America. It was humiliating, but I didn't have the energy to care... All I wanted was a break and to get my sister back...
"Moms..." America whispered, putting me down on the pavement where I curled up dejectedly, "He's crying-"
"Oh, chere!" France screeched, rushing up to me and scooping me into her arms much to my horror, "It'll be ok! You're safe with us! I'll take you in myself if you want, and-"
"France," Britain sighed, "You're scaring the poor child..."
Now, I wouldn't say I was scared, but I certainly found it unsettling to be embraced just like that... It was extremely claustrophobic and her perfume crawled up my nose in such a way that made my eyes water.
I was not crying.
Not again.
Definitely.
While Britain and France bickered, someone wandered up to us: a young gentleman in a bright blue suit, who towered over all four of us at full height, but crouched down beside me on the pavement, offering me his hand. He introduced himself as the United Nations and lead me inside to his office, the Allies in tow. All five of us sat together, drinking tea in silence, while a woman that I didn't recognise set out biscuits on the table. Despite everything, I rather enjoyed that, and I began to realise how lovely co-operation really was. I hoped that someday I'd help lead an organisation of my own, a dream that lasted extremely well as it happens.
"West Germany," the UN smiled softly at me, "I'm afraid you have a decision to make. I know this is all very sudden for you, but you need somewhere to stay... And we have decided it would be best if one of these three takes you in." He motioned towards the USA, France and the UK, who all gazed at each other and then me in perfect (slightly scary) synchronisation.
Nodding somewhat awkwardly, the UN grinned, continuing, "It's all your choice, of course... And if it doesn't work out, you can always change your decision."
With that, he told me that he would be waiting outside for me, and that he would leave me with the nations in order to get to know them a little, then bowed out into the corridor.
There I sat for the next hour, with America blathering at me and France coddling me, all while I sat in a daunted silence, my head swimming from the bright lights and echoing voices. I didn't go out to find the UN; I simply couldn't find the energy... Plus, there was only one nation that had made a positive first impression on me anyway, and that was the only person there that had appeared both sympathetic and able to respect my boundaries, even if that just meant her periodically apologising for her wife and son's overbearing nature.
I knew what I was going to do. It wasn't a tough choice at all.
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I, Deutschland
Fanfiction(ART IS NOT MINE!) After my biological father died, I was left all alone... My sister was taken from me and I was left with the most difficult decision I had ever faced: through all of my tears, I had to choose a Westerner to take me in, and I was i...
